Once when I was very little, my cousin/babysitter gave me a toy. It was a small dye-cast tank and when I would hit a button, a piece would rotate and a guy would come out and be standing on the tank. I loved it so much! It amazed my little brain. I remember also becoming obsessed with the toilet flushing. I would flush the toilet-paper, flush the tissues, flush the soap--it was all magic to me. So I decided to combine my two greatest joys and I flushed my tank. I remember pressing the button right before I dropped it so the little guy would come out before it disappeared. It was beautiful, but I regretted it immediately. Oh tank dude, will you ever forgive me?